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The Sophomore Hop
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Stanley Taylor ran up the stairs to his attic room
his heart was lighter than it had been for weeks.
Tb*be sure it was reckless extravagance on his
part, this toggery for the Sophomore Hop, but
he had worked so hard, and had denied himself so
many pleasures, surely it was not criminal;tp in
dulge his hunger for'|èoÇiety ' this ©liée, and he
would work overtime to make his account balancé at the- end oh
the month. Besides he had high'hopes that Lucile 'York would
accompany him and that of itself was enough to make any man s
heart glad. Lücile was so sweet and intelligent I all the -boys liked
her.
As he opened the dodr he forgot to notice the shabby furnish
ings that usually vexed his aesthetic taste, but his eager eyes
fought a t once, the dainty wearing apparel that covered the cheap
little cot which stood.'in one corner of the room. He advanced, and
picked up each garment almost caressingly. Nothing had been
overlooked: the handkerchief, tie, gloves'and suit, all were in keep
ing. He actually felt guilty when he thought of- himself arrayed
in all thia fine linen, and yet, why not? No. one but be knew how
many weary hours of toih.they represented, but he' should fëeL fully
repaid if Lucile honored jiim with her company and he meant to
settle that question within an hour.
He made a careful toilet and ran lightly down the steps. It
seemed that everything was- happy. He was afraid the passersby
would hear the beating of his heart, so great was his ecstacy. It
was fully a mile and a half to where Miss Y.ork resided, but the
distance seemed short.
As he neared the house he noticed Billy Allen’s machine at
the door and Billy lounging at the gate as if he. were , waiting for
¿some one. Nothing escaped him—Allen’s rich suit, elegant in everÿ
detail; the touring ear, , which everyone knew had made thez record